“Maera, Eurydice, I’m back.” Xanthoe mumbled unenthusiastically as she practically limped through the door,  tail drooping and her usually perky fox-like ears sagging with it. She glanced upwards, finding only Eurydice, a young blonde witch dressed in the same skimpy blue and green uniform of their coven.The other witches in their coven were probably off spending their days doing something more fun than working as the coven’s PR representative trying to win the sceptical townsfolk over to the recently discovered art of witchcraft, but Eurydice always seemed to be around whether you needed her or not. Besides her exotic uniform designed to flaunt her generous curves and give her a decidedly mystical appearance, her body lacked the flourishes that many of the other witches gave themselves, typically revelling in their newfound powers by customising their bodies to exaggerated or inhuman degrees. Eurydice had no such quirks, at least not yet, anyway, and could have passed for an ordinary human had she changed out of her uniform, although like most witches she settled for no less than G-cups, having been rather petite before she started using magic.

There was no such ease for Xanthoe, with her large ears that required holes cut for them in most hats, or her bushy tail that would have needed a ballgown to hide under. Xanthoe loved her body most of the time, but at the moment, she was rather jealous of Eurydice’s ability to disconnect from magical society at a moment’s notice. Then again, even if she got rid of her ears and tail, it wouldn’t change the fact that when she had become one of the Sisters of Nereid she had left her old name and gender behind, transforming into a beautiful woman in order to use magic in the first place. She hadn’t exactly kept it a secret, and the requirement of men to completely abandon their old lives didn’t help accusations that they didn’t have the community’s best interests at heart, instead focusing on recruiting new members into an untrustworthy secret society, at least in their detractors’ words. In reality they were quite open and accepting, but try telling that to the older folks in their town.

“Welcome back.” Sister Eurydice said with a smile, giving an ever-cheerful wave. “How’d it go?”



“Oh, you know, the usual. ” Xanthoe said with a limping smile, unable to tinge her words with more than a tint of sardonic humour. “Yelled at a lot, told I worship devils, told that I’m a bad influence on the kids, that we’re bad for the community…”

“What a coincidence, they tell me that at most parties I go to. That’s why they invite me.” Eurydice smirked, but Xanthoe wasn’t in the mood for jokes. She knew that Eurydice wasn’t being serious, but after  Magic wasn’t some party trick, a gimmick for college students wanting to make a splash at the club. She’d left her old life and body behind for the sake of magic, and could be a bit uptight whenever it wasn’t taken seriously.

“Nobody there is inviting me to any parties, that’s for sure.” She sighed, almost collapsing onto the nearest seat she could find. As the PR representative for their branch of the Sisters of Nereid.  “No matter how much PR work we do, everybody looks at me like I’m about to turn them into a frog.”



“Maybe you should.” Eurydice’s tone was only half-joking. “It might be a good experience for them.”

“Yes, and set us back a hundred years. Do you have any idea how much time they spend trying to find the tiniest thing to use to burn me at the stake? Imagine giving them something to actually complain about.” Xanthoe grit her teeth.

“Those people are a minority and you know it. Who cares what they think? They’ll complain no matter what anyway.”

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that? Just ignore everybody who doesn’t like us, that’ll help!” Xanthoe threw up her hands. “Screw feeling like I’m welcome in my own town, am I right?”

Xanthoe was getting heated, throwing Eurydice off, who had intended to just lighten the mood and tell her to not take the few who were actively hostile to magic-users to heart. She was usually the most level-headed one in their coven, but these days it hardly took anything to make her snap and go off at whoever was unfortunate enough to have bothered her.

“What’re you two arguing over?” Asked a fresh voice, the two turning to see Sister Maera, a mutual friend and one of the older members of the coven, her enthusiasm best displayed by her fur-covered body, having gladly left her pure humanity behind to express herself with a spotted coat of fur, cat ears, a long tail, although she lacked a full-on muzzle like some of her sisters.

“Nothing! Forget it!” Xanthoe stomped off, leaving the two standing around awkwardly. Maera looked with a patient but accusing glare at Eurydice, who was quick to defend herself and explain what had just happened.

“I’m telling you, we need to get somebody else to take over for her, she is stressed the hell out all the time these days.” Eurydice said, arms crossed under her bust.

“You know she won’t agree to that.” Maera pointed out. “She’s too responsible for her own good.”

“Well we at least have to force her to take a break before she goes crazy!” Eurydice said. “Then again, she’ll probably just get angrier at that too. If only we could force her to chill out for… Ah!”

Eurydice paused, then grinned evilly. “I just had a great idea. Maera, we’re gonna need your cauldron…”

–

“Maera, did you forget to buy drinks again?” Xanthoe yelled grumpily, searching through the coven’s fridge for her nectar of life, her usually reliable bottle of Dr Pepper. It was her vice in life, an addiction she couldn’t live without, and immediately she regretted not doing the shopping herself. How was she supposed to live without it?



“Looking for this?” Eurydice approached her from behind, holding up the precious bottle with an innocent smile sweeter than all the sugar in the all-important soda. “Sorry, I didn’t see your name written on it. In my defence, I was really thirsty.”

“I’ll turn you into a frog if you don’t keep your hands off next time.” Xanthoe snatched it out of her hands, giving her the stink-eye at how it wasn’t completely full. She retreated to the communal area’s armchair, collapsing into it with a sigh. She took a swig straight from the bottle, not caring how much of a slob she looked like doing so, and found it unusually tingly as it trickled onto her tongue and down her throat. Rather than the usual sugar rush, she she strange, almost a little giggly. She felt energised, but almost light-headed in a way, like her worries were slowly fading away into a pink fog.

She took another sip, feeling it again, then eyed the fluid again suspiciously. Rather than its usual shade of brown, it was ever so slightly pink. Despite her caution she couldn’t help but wrap her lips around the end one more time, her noticeably thicker lips coming away with a pop

“Eury…?” She called, her voice almost an octave higher. “What’d you put in my drink? It tastes all, like, funny.”

She rose from her seat, not noticing that her bubble butt was a little more globular than usual, her hips a touch wider.

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” Eurydice shrugged, Xanthoe’s hips rocking as she stomped up to her, where she was standing next to Maera, who was trying to hide her grin.

“Then why’s it all pink and stuff?” She shook the bottle in her face, her boobs jiggling as they seemed snugger in her outfit’s bust than usual.

“Maybe Maera got the wrong flavour?” Eurydice suggested, Xanthoe’s eyes lighting up a little.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that.” She said, checking the label quickly before returning to her accusatory glare. “Like, no it isn’t!”

“I plead innocent.”

“Ugh, you suck at lying!” Xanthoe groaned, her lips swelling up again.  “You totes did it!”

“Did not.”



“Did too!”

“Did not.”



“Did too!” Xanthoe stomped her feet cutely, her chest bouncing as it was clear she had gone up at least a cup size. Her usually vivid red hair had paled, ebbing closer to a shade of rose leaning towards dark pink  “Don’t lie, I know a potion when I see it! I mean, taste it! I mean… you know! Ugh, I feel so dumb, this is, like, a bimbo potion, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps.” Maera couldn’t resist any longer. “Don’t worry, you look great as a K-cup.”

“”Course I do.” Xanthoe said proudly, finding it difficult to be mad at them when her head was all fluffy and pink. She was just feeling pouty over it because they did it without her permission rather than because it had happened in the first place. “But like, you could’ve asked first!”



“Consider it a mandatory vacation from having a brain.” Eurydice grinned.

“Sorry, when I thought of how cute you’d be as a bimbo, I just couldn’t resist!” Maera said apologetically.



“Well, you’re right, I would be pretty cute. I had wanted to try it out sometime anyway.” Xanthoe said, having been considering it as stress-relief lately, but out of her sense of commitment had kept putting it off. “There’s just one problem.”



“What’s that?” Maera asked.

“I am not nearly dumb enough right now.” Xanthoe declared, and before the two could react, started downing the bottle as quickly as she could. Eurydice was surprised by her enthusiasm, but started cheering for her as she gulped the drink down, bimbofying herself faster than either of the two had expected.

Her breasts swelled, barely contained by her clothes as they grew to almost the size of her head then beyond, the chest of her outfit strained to its breaking point with her puffy nipples poking through the taxed fabric. The loincloth that protected her modesty began to vanish into the depths of her luscious thighs, looking half as wide as when it started as her hips spread out well beyond her shoulders, her huge ass causing the cloth to rise up and threaten to not be able to cover it at all.Her thigh-highs usually had ample room at the top, requiring a garterbelt to stay up, but now her thigh-flesh was bulging over it. She looked ready to explode out of her outfit, her friends counting the seconds until it would inevitably happen. Her eyes seemed larger and more doe-like, a deep blue ocean with nothing in her vacant expression. Her lips dominated the lower half of her face, full and kissable, tempting the two women to try it out for themselves. Her hair had gone bright pink, causing her to be almost unrecognisable at a glance as even her tail and ears turned pink to match.

“Like, that is so much better.” Xanny giggled, handing off the bottle so that she could squeeze her new breasts, marvelling at how little her hands seemed to cover the tender flesh.  “Mae, you’re totally into this, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps just a little.” Maera admitted in a flirting tone, eager to help Xanthoe explore her new body. She had helped when she was new to her female body, after all…

“I don’t really do little right now.” Xanny purred, pressing her bust against Maera’s, dwarfing the usually full-figured witch.

“Well, Xanthoe-”

“Call me Xanny.” She giggled. “Xanthoe’s gone bye-bye like you wanted. Don’t worry, you’ll love Xanny way more.”

She pressed herself even closer, knowing that Maera couldn’t resist her the way she was now. Even if she had tried to hide it, which she certainly wasn’t, her body would have betrayed her, as a certain bulged peaked through her loincloth-like skirt and onto Xanny’s thighs. Maera had, unusually for a Sister of Nereid, opted to keep her package when she transformed her body, leaving her as a rare futa, something that left her in high demand amongst coven’s members who were usually uninterested in pure men. Maera bit her lip, finding Xanny even sexier than she had imagined.

“Why don’t you help me out of this and into something a little more comfortable?” Xanny whispered, Eurydice blushing as she was almost close enough to kiss Maera, who nodded ever so slightly, inviting her to begin…

–

“Does this make my butt look big?” Xanny asked, turning her ass to a pouting Maera as she tried on a new skirt.

“It does.” Maera said grumpily, feeling exceptionally let down when she had been whisked away to the nearest department store by Xanny.

“Good!” Xanny giggled, stripping down to try on another one. Maera felt betrayed. Bimbos were supposed to be dumb and giggly, and yet Xanny had gotten one over her by getting her all worked up and then whisking her away on a shopping trip and then playing innocent and acting like she had genuinely believed that this was what Maera had wanted. It seemed that losing her inhibitions had made her cheeky instead, on top of expanding her cheeks.

“Want me to help you take your clothes off?” Xanny posed her head out from the changeroom, putting on her sultriest voice before breaking out into a fit of giggling at Maera’s pained expression. Maybe that was the bimbo showing, being so brazen about it. “Come on, you’ll look adorable in this!”

She reached out and yanked Maera in, the furred woman emerging a minute later in a white sundress, a rather innocent look compared to the witchy outfit she had entered in. Xanny was wearing denim short-shorts and a belly-baring pink t-shirt with PRINCESS written on it in glittery text, something that Xanthoe wouldn’t be seen dead in usually. Xanny on the other hand was quite excited, her tail wagging happily while her hips rocked and her chest bounced within the tight top.

“What do you think? I think it goes well with your fur.” Xanny smiled.

“I don’t know if it looks good on me.” Maera said slightly self-consciously. “I haven’t really worn something like this since I joined the coven…”

“Which means it’s, like, the perfect time for it!” Xanny declared, slipping some shoes on and paying for the various outfits she had decided on. The two were turning heads as they exited the store, Xanny smiling and waving at the men who nearly walked into walls or stopped in their tracks as the tremendously busty beauty and her strange-looking but casually dressed companion, said beauty occasionally bubbling about where she wanted to go next.

“Whatever happened to conducting ourselves with dignity in public?” Maera asked, figuring that even in her bimbo form Xanthoe would have preferred to hang out around the coven blowing off steam with the help of her friends rather than undermine herself in public. Xanny waved a knowing finger at her instead.

“Our big problem is that people think we’re, like, total weirdos. And whenever we do go out, it’s all like, we look like we’re shopping for head of newt or whatever.” She explained. “We gotta remind normal people that we’re, like, normal gals too! Besides, my super sexy bod is doing better PR in five minutes that my dumb normal self does in a month.”

Maera couldn’t help but think that Xanthoe would have been appalled at going from poster girl to pin-up girl, but she certainly had a point. Witches were stereotyped as cunning and sultry, and Xanny was far too bright and bubbly to have any ulterior motives, anybody could tell just looking at her. She could use all the magic in the world to try to show her benevolent side, but as long as there was a gap between them and the rest of the town they would always be outsiders. Perhaps an empty head was a clear head after all.  Maera knew that she herself stuck out like a sore thumb, but knew that there was no point in gaining her dream body if she had to hide inside worrying about what others thought of her. She straightened her back and puffed up her chest, soon looking as confident as Xanny as they strutted around the mall.

“Besides,” Xanny said, puffing herself up as well. “I am super dignified and stuff.”

“Yeah, right.” Maera laughed, Xanny pouting. It was a good reminder of how much her intelligence had dropped that she seemed to genuinely believe in her own claim…

–

“Welcome back, Xanthoe.” Maera said the next morning, waving to the still sleepy witch whose curves had mostly deflated, her pink hair darkening back to its usual read. “It is Xanthoe in there, right?”

“Mostly. Give me a sec.” Xanthoe said in a slightly high-pitched voice, concentrating and muttering under her breath to expel the last of the bimbofication magic from her body. A thin pink puff of smoke emitted from her body for a moment before fading into the air, Xanthoe’s bust shrinking slightly in her usual witch’s uniform.

“Damn it, I think this got stretched out.” She mumbled, the bust of her outfit looking a little looser than usual. “I’ll have to take this off first next time…”



“Good to see that there’ll be a next time.” Maera smiled. “I was worried I’d be getting a mouthful from you for the rest of the week.”

“So did I, but it turns out being Xanny is a lot funner than I expected. I’d been meaning to try it out for a long time, but I always figured I’d regret it. Turns out that’s not the case.” Xanthoe revealed, wriggling her still broad but now comparatively much narrower hips. “That bimbo doesn’t have a care in the world, which is exactly what I need every now and then. I’d been meaning to try it out for a while anyway.”



“How often is every now and then?” Maera asked, playfully, Xanthoe making a show out of raising her hand to her chin and contemplating it.

“Oh, I don’t know… If the town council doesn’t get any better, maybe once a week or two… You know, you should try it out yourself!”

“Me?” Maera was surprised, shifting slightly. “Oh, I don’t know about that…”



“Why not? It’s great, you know.” Xanthoe said with an evil smile on her face. “You must try it at least once, live a little.”

“Maybe I’ll think about it-”



“Eurydice!” Xanthoe hollered down the hall. “Do we have any of that Dr. Pepper left? Maera says she wants to-”



“I said nothing of the sort!”